Capo 1 


Intro/Chorus: 

G 
If I die a lonely death, 

C                    Cm 
I'm sure its from the cigarettes 

  G      
I smoked each day after you left me, 

C 
standing all alone. 

G 
Alone in my Park Avenue 

C                      Cm 
apartment that smelled fresh and new 

G                                  C 
The extra set of keys from you are going to the maid. 


Do the same thing for the next part! 

The maid has been my only friend, 
She's always there to apprehend. 
The dust and grim that settles in around the crystal vase. 

The crystal vase, a wedding gift, 
that through the years has made the shift. 
What once held flowers now holds ash, 
from my two packs a day. 

Verse 1: 

            Am 
Ooo baby she walks with a thorn on her side 

         Dm 
Them big sunglasses on her eyes 

      Am                             Dm 
All the uptown girls say, "Hi, old woman" 


Do the same thing for the next part! 


"I can't take another day of this", she says. 
"All I wanted was a drink and a kiss, 
But I guess I'll just have to call on my bank 'cause its Swiss." 

Pre-Chorus 


   G 
She never knew no better than to follow her nose 

    C 
So I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I'm part of the show. 

               G 
Now she's gone and all she's left with is a house full of clothes 

     C                                Cm 
Sometimes Madam it's OK to cry. 

Chorus (first half): 

If I die a lonely death, 
I'm sure its from the cigarettes 
I smoked each day after you left me, 
standing all alone. 

Alone in my Park Avenue 
apartment that smelled fresh and new 
The extra set of keys from you are going to the maid. 


(interlude) 

Verse 2 (like verse 1) 

Well she's probably just a chip off the block, 
You know like coffee from a coffee pot 
Well at least she can get away for a while 
And get some sun on that yacht. 

Pre-Chorus 


   G 
She never knew no better than to follow her nose 

    C 
So I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I'm part of the show. 

          G 
Now she's gone and all she's left with is a house full of clothes 

     C                                Cm 
Sometimes Madam it's OK to cry. 


Chorus 

If I die a lonely death, 
I'm sure its from the cigarettes 
I smoked each day after you left me, 
standing all alone. 

Alone in my Park Avenue 
apartment that smelled fresh and new 
The extra set of keys from you are going to the maid. 

The maid has been my only friend, 
She's always there to apprehend. 
The dust and grim that settles in around the crystal vase. 

The crystal vase, a wedding gift, 
that through the years has made the shift. 
What once held flowers now holds ash, 
from my two packs a day.